The atmosphere was windy, tall trees bent in the direction of the wind. Lucas was walking on the street, he'd just gotten back from the library and was returning back to his hostel when he saw a group of young men laughing and smoking right in front of the hostel– for crying out loud, this was school premises. Where was the security when one needed them the most?Lucas seethed with anger as he inched closer to them. The men ignored him till he came to sight, standing right in front of them. "This is a school dormitory and it's absolutely wrong to smoke here," he said with a clenched fist.In this world, he was fast coming to terms with the fact that people abused any little chance at power that they got. The men stopped what they were doing, turned the volume of the song and faced him, they paused like they were under some sorta magical spell before they bursted into laughter.Lucas wasn't finding any of this funny. Maybe they were amongst the elite no good kids, that acted recklessly
The early morning sun seeped in through the blinders in the dormitory. Lucas rolled to the other side of the bed, he felt a soft skin beside him and his eyes fluttered open.Beside him was Emily, he didn't quite remember the details of last night after he got out of the bathroom. He made to stand up but groaned silently in pain. He didn't want to startle Emily from her sleep. She was a great friend to stay with him since he was in pain. He carefully pulled the comforter from his body and wrapped her tenderly. He stared at her a few more minutes– he could do this everyday. When Ella betrayed him and went with Thompson, Lucas would never have thought he would get over it and now here he was with an exceptionally wonderful woman.Emily's eyes slowly fluttered open, like she felt his presence beside her. "Good morning Lucas," she said with a smile as she yawned and stretched. She still looked every bit of beautiful even though she was just waking up."How was your night?" He questioned.
Lucas walked down to the train station to board a train headed to Belcraft group of companies. It would take approximately thirty minutes to get to the nearest train station which was a twenty minutes long walk.He plugged in an earpiece as he settled into the back seat. He didn't care if anyone stared at his swollen lips– he'd tried concealing it, but it only made it look clumsy.The train screeched and came to a stop at the nearest terminal. Lucas made his way to the exit and got down, with his earpiece still plugged in, he was oblivious of his surroundings. Belcraft company came to sight and he quickened his steps. He still had to return back to school in time for classes."Good day ma'am," he greeted one of the staff who gave him a scornful look, scoffed and looked away. Lucas was getting used to it, that's what you get when you're a bottom feeder none of their actions came as a surprise to him anymore. He was going to deal–Lucas was jolted from the reverie when he bumped into a
Lucas left the company in a hurry and walked towards one of the idle taxi. He got in and the driver reverred the car to life,"Hold on tight!" The driver warmed before he burned out the light off his cigarette and drove at high speed to the mansion.When the car pulled up in front of the mansion, the driver turned around and gave Lucas a weird look, "You better hurry if you want to stand a chance," he said and took the dollar bill Lucas held.Lucas couldn't believe his ears but he tried to keep his acts together, "... A chance at what?" He asked.A bland smirk rested on the driver's lips, "You came here in search of a job," he paused and looked at Lucas intently, "Perhaps as a guard or cleaner," he let out a mocking laugh and igniter the car back to life.For the life of him! Lucas battled with the throbbing to punch the driver so hard his jaw break. Of course he was at the mansion in search of a job, who would ever think he was affiliated in anyway to the belcraft.Instead of acting
Denver couldn't believe his ears. The rightful heir? This odd looking man. Denver narrowed his eyes and took in all of Lucas' features, he was good looking in a very annoying way and that only irked him the most."The rightful heir?" Denver knuckles turned white. He still hated him and that revelation only made him detest Lucas the most."So am I…I am–"The old man cut in, "We're not sure yet…until the DNA test proves otherwise,"Lord Randolph wasn't one to mince words. He was as perplexed as Lucas was right now when Denver first walked into their lives. He wouldn't throw caution into the wind and cast Denver away, for what it's worth Denver could be speaking the truth.Denver shrugged, "Yeah…I understand, we should do a DNA test,""Right away…" Lucas cut in, he'd been silent for a good twenty minutes trying to wrap his head around what was happening.Lucas' words only made things worse for Denver. His audacity and guts was something that was getting on Denver's nerves, he felt like r
Ella paced around her room, disturbed and confused at the same time. Time was of the essence, the company was gradually in ruins and there was no headway."Why not invest in another company?" She suggested to her father who sat on his chair mopping. He looked pale from so much thinking, all he worked for. All he sacrificed his life for was crumbling right in front of his eyes and there was little or nothing he could do to salvage the situation.He shrugged, "None of the companies we reached out to wants to make an alliance with us, we tried all we could but…""Father…" Ella called out as she moved closer to her father. She needed to act fast, she couldn't just sit back and watch her father wallow in pain.Her father raised his head to look at her, "Ella maybe we could just sell the company,"Ella's eyes widened in shock, what in the world was her father talking about. Sell the company? This was their heritage and now he wanted to sell out. Not when she was alive, "We have just one hop
Lucas walked to the train station angrily. He'd gone out of character in the presence of his grandfather and although he felt bad, he couldn't control his anger at that point.He slouched into the chair and brought out his phone to see that he had missed Emily's call, she'd also dropped a message.MEET ME AT THE ROOFTOP. The text said. He slid the phone back into his pocket and straightened his shirt. Denver had almost made him lose his mind and he was doing a very bad job at keeping his act together.When the train got to the terminal, he quickly made his way back to his dormitory to have a cold shower and have a change of clothes. Unlike him, he'd cancel out on going to class for that day. He was already in a really bad mood and he feared he'd break a bone if anyone got on his nerves again.Lucas made his way to the rooftop, located at the farthest part of the school. Emily was already there by the time he got there. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting," he said. She was sitting on one
"Hey beautiful," Denver flashed his most rehearsed gentlemanly smile at Emily who found his character rather too disgusting to even want to have a conversation. Besides she was with get man which also made it disgusting and rude.Lucas clenched his jaw, What on earth does he want now? Before Lucas could make sense of what was happening Denver opened the door and got down from the car and he held Emily by the hand– in a bid to mark his territory.Now that he was rich… rich? Pfft! He was wealthy. Now that he was wealthy, he could afford the luxury of standing up to anyone who tried to oppress him. He had the means and money to do that without batting an eyelid."Denver… get out," he drawled… too bad Emily heard him. She looked at Lucas with a confused look on his face.The only reason Emily didn't ask Lucas right there and then how he knew the stranger was because she didn't want to make things more awkward than it already was. Denver on the other hand totally ignored Lucas' warning and
Before Lucas could make a movement out of the location, a gang of boys had gathered already, surrounding him. The old man couldn't just stop calling him a thief even after he had explained to him that the money belonged to him. However, at some point in time, Lucas couldn't blame them. He had not taken his time to think through his actions. He should have known that it was definitely going to be outrageous for an odd looking man like him to display such huge amount of money, even if he was in disguise. No one but him knew he was in disguise as a poor man after all.Soon enough, it looked to him like the old man had filled the gang in with the wrong details. That explained the disapproving and angry stares they gave to him. It was unfortunate that even as he tried to plead with them so he could tell them the truth from the misconception the old man had, they had began to throw blows at him, kicking and slapping him at the same time.Lucas considered their action to be inconsiderate, i
He was more shocked to see the group of people staring at him, confusion spread out on their faces. There were just three of them. Three women, staring at him. And neither of them was ready to move away from the spot they were standing at. Although he wasn't surprised at how they stared at him. As of that time, he was no longer the rich looking, handsome billionaire. He was now an ugly haggard poor man who was sniffing around the cliff, probably searching for what to eat. After staring at them in silence for quite some time, he decided to make a move as he suddenly remembered what he had thought of doing if things didn't work out fine. As usual, there was always a plan B.Surprisingly, the first step he took made them take another step back. Despite given the distance, he could still see the distrust that equally led to fear on their faces. Of course, he should have expected that. “I won't hurt you please. I just need to ask you a few questions.” He said, taking another step towards
The last action he did was button up the torn trousers he was putting on. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a mirror where he could look up himself to see how he looked in his disguised form. He had made a mental note to himself before leaving the house that he had to look the poorest ever.After his several attempts to make the people around him believe that Emily was not dead had failed, Lucas took it upon himself to go search for her himself. He knew how hard he had paid people to go in search of her. However, it was heart breaking to say that there was no one who took it in their deep interest to find her because if they did, he was pretty sure that some positive results would have come out. He was presently at one of the abandoned and deserted warehouses he knew about. That was another perfect spot for a billionaire like him to suddenly transform himself into a disgusted poor man which people would want to stay away from. He had chosen the warehouse, far from the mansion so
“He used to be a student at the school.” The words of Mr. Shaw couldn't stop playing in her head. “I was able to go into the city. That was the only place I could think of finding him since no one here knew who he was. And I had to start from where we had found you. When there was nothing positive there, I moved further. Along the line, I was able to find a group of people, young boys especially who had an idea of him. According to the people I found, he used to be a student at one Belmont Academy.” The old man explained to Emily.At first, when he had come into the house with the good news of having found the man in the picture and knowing his location, Emily felt her heart gladden. Even if they were on a maybe part of finding him, she believed a clue was worth something. But as it stood, she had just one question… how would she find him in a big school just as the old man described? From the look of the young man in the picture, he didn't look like one to still be in school. So, wh
It was two days gone in her new place, and Emily still couldn't remember who she was or where she came from. All she had with her was her name which sometimes she questions if it might truly be her name. And also the picture which she had given to Mr. Shaw to help her find the truth behind it. Ever since the date she found the picture, she took it upon herself to search every nook and cranny of the bag said to belong to her, with the intention of finding anything else that could tell her who she truly was. Unfortunately, there was nothing. It was just a bunch of make up kit, the name tag, and the picture. However, what Emily was truly focused on at the moment was finding out who the man in the picture was. She believed that if she found out who he truly was, it could be a lead to her real identity.Now, she was home alone like the previous days. Mrs. Shaw had gone to her place of business, insisting that she had to fully recover before she would start working for her as they had agre
Blake stood to stare at his friend in confusion. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard from him. But then, he was forced to believe him, owning to the seriousness on his face. “I have a lot of questions concerning this if you're actually serious about it.” Blake finally opened up to say.There was a reign of silence as Lucas didn't respond to him. “How did you leave to find Emily? Where did you also go to find her, Lucas?” Blake asked, hoping he would still get a response from him because definitely, he was curious.“When you all were asleep, foolishly believing that she is actually gone for good.” Lucas answered, a sting of betrayal playing in his voice. “Lucas, you're endangering your life.” Blake said, concern glaring in his voice.“I don't care if I had to do that. All I want is to find my woman.” Lucas said forcefully, turning to look back at Blake.“Let me remind you that this supposed woman is dead.” Blake said. “Her body was not found. That doesn't mean that she
“Is he still locked up in his room?” Mr. Belcraft asked Blake the moment he walked in. Blake let out a deep sigh firstly before he could respond.“I'm just coming in. But I bet he would still be locked up in his room.” Blake finally answered. The old man was the next on line to let out a deep sigh. When Blake watched him closely, he could see the wrinkles which had appeared on his face. It was clear to him that the old man was more stressed up than anyone else could be.And truth be told, he just had to be, owning to the fact that he deeply cared about his grandson.“Will you help me go check up on him?” Mr. Belcraft opened up again, pleadingly.“Of course Mr. Belcraft. I would do that.” Blake said, and he nodded his head in approval. Blake then turned in the attempt of doing what he had come to do as well as what he had been pleaded to do. However, just when he was about to take further steps upstairs, leading to Lucas room, he suddenly stopped. He quickly turned back to him. “Mr. B
All through the ride last night, Emily couldn't get her head off the fact that she was about to go start a new life in a village she knew no one or nothing about. Although underneath the scary feeling, she felt thrilled to go start a new life. When she thought deeper about the bold step she had taken towards an unknown destination, she pushed aside the fear that clunged onto her. After all, she couldn't remember who she was. There was a possibility her new journey could make it all happen. The clattering sound she had heard caused her to open her eyes, and sit on the bed. "Oh, God." She yawned deeply. For a minute, she had forgotten that she was now in the home of her saviors, the old woman and her husband. After she had pleaded with her to let her leave with them, the old woman had thought of it wise to inform her husband. Clearly, Emily didn't object to it. All she did was pray inwardly that the old man was going to accept it. And he did. While they took it upon themselves t
She had thought that the smell of drugs, syringe, and possible vomit had only conjured in her dream. However, she was all wrong when she opened up her eyes. Her first sight was the bulb producing light which was on, and the rolling fan. She stayed put for a while as she tried hard to realize where she was. Sadly, the harder she tried, the more pain she felt. The young lady closed her eyes shut again. This was in a bid to calm her hurting head, and also see if she could get anything. When she did it for the longest time she could remember, and nothing happened, she opened back her eyes. It was at that time she used the opportunity to look around where she was. Definitely, she had not been wrong when the smell told her she could be in a hospital. Even if her memory had a bit of lagging behind, she could as well recognize what an hospital looked like. But, she still couldn't think past the question she had. Why was she in a hospital? She thought. Despite the struggles, she finally